This weekend was an absolute whirlwind. I don’t think I sat down once. Not even to sleep.
It was worth it though. I picked up a few packet of seeds for my first garden on the farm. I can hardly wait to plant. Usually, planting season starts around mid-March for me, but our water is constantly being shut off during the remodel, so I probably won’t be able to plant until April. I’m especially looking forward to planting sunflowers. I picked a deep red sunflower, which I think will look gorgeous as a backdrop to our new yellow farmhouse.
I don’t know if it’s the weather, the pregnancy hormones or the fact that my thirty-first birthday (gulp) is coming up, but my skin has been looking so dry, scaly, and dare I say it, wrinkly this past month or so. I made a body butter for the first time out of cocoa butter, almond oil and coconut oil. It feels soooo good against my skin. Jillee used shea butter in her recipe, but I didn’t have any on hand. I don’t think it really makes a difference though.
I’ve been trying to be good and keep my Ravelry project posts updated and include more pictures. I actually made these socks for Sam a few months ago but didn’t take any photos of them until this weekend. If I’m going to be honest, it was mostly because it’s so difficult to have him model anything I knit him that I kept putting it off. This was the best angle I could get, and my mother is holding him down and tickling him. Whatever works, right? I call them his Hunter socks. He looks like a little woodsman in them. It’s adorable. I want to eat his chunky toes and bite his chunky ankles. The end.
I had planned on finishing my Ravelry photo updates this weekend but my husband’s birthday celebrations lasted Friday night (Mariner’s game in Seattle) through Sunday morning (holing up in a nearby resort playing cards, indulging in rich food and sleeping in till 10:00 am). I was only able to photograph two items; my moss stitch cowl neck and a pair of silk and cashmere blend gloves.
Side note: I will never knit another pair of gloves as long as I live. Apparently one is expected to knit all ten fingers. One at a time. It took forever. I’m sticking to fingerless mitts from now on.
After we picked the baby up from my parents house (part of their birthday gift to Gabe; they kept the baby overnight), we headed home. Sam took a late nap while Gabe unpacked and I ran errands. I decided I would try my hand at photoshopping again, and as you can see from the last photo, I didn’t do too badly. The editing would have taken anyone familiar with photo editing 15 minutes or less, but this took me over two hours and I burned my Paleo breakfast muffins because I was so focused on Spot Remover that I didn’t hear my timer ring.
I was so disappointed. They were going to be so good! I chopped up different veggies, and even added some fresh spinach and a diced jalapeño for a little kick. Now they have the texture of a rubber bouncy ball.
Photoshop ruined my breakfast. Enough is enough. As soon as we move to the farmhouse after the renovations are complete I want to enroll in a photoshop class at the community college. And then I can edit out all of my own imperfections from our millions of photographs.
Especially the ones where I’m still holding onto an extra ten pounds of baby weight. Yikes.
I finally finished Sam’s Abate sweater yesterday. We took it for a test run on my parent’s farm this morning. I knit the 4 year size because I wanted him to be able to wear it for more than one season and that seemed to work out perfectly. (I know the photos are a bit fuzzy, but you try convincing a 14 month old to hold still for more than .5 seconds. It’s impossible.) I used a yarn I’d never heard of before, Plymouth Yarn Coffee Beenz. It’s a wool blend so it’s not scratchy and is machine washable.
I’m quite proud of it. It’s adorable.
So is the kid.
My first batch of harvested lavender is drying in the dining area; it gives off the faintest scent of lavender when I walk past it. I look forward to harvesting more.
Gabe and I canned the pears given to us by family friends. I used the same book as before, Canning for a New Generation: Bold, Fresh Flavors for the Modern Pantry by Liana Krissoff. We made spiced pears in red wine and a pear and ginger preserve. What does one do with a preserve? I have no idea. It tastes amazing eaten straight out of the jar with a baby spoon accompanied by a glass of cheap red wine…so I’ve heard.
While discussing our future plans for the farm, Gabe and I decided that we would try our hand in raising bees. It doesn’t seem terribly complicated and Gabe puts honey on everything. Since I switched our family over to the Paleo diet, we’ve been going through lots of bottles of honey; most food items are sweetened with honey as opposed to refined sugar, a big no-no in Paleo. We thought it would not only save us some money, but also be a fun activity for us and our kid(s) when they become older. Gabe checked out a few books on bee keeping at the local library, one of them being shown in the above photo. I can’t comment on the content of the book just yet, as I’ve only skimmed through the first few chapters, however the pictures are lovely. I love the robin’s egg blue color of the hives. I will probably insist Gabe paint our hives the same color. Because one must have colorful bee hives.
Everyone knows that.